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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I You buy my freedom with your love. With every book you catalogue or stamp My imagination hacks a strand from the hawser That for three years has held it In the grubbing estuary of mud and time. Your early waking with tired eyes And late return at evening, all Contribute to the store of images I love you for: the irony being Your job is worse than mine Your talent more. II I do not understand myself, the time, or you. I cannot comprehend our love, shot through Like flying silk with flashes of gold light And the tattered backcloth of suffering. Each night I remember our meeting; My hair ‘like iron wire’, the grey dust In the air of my house, the exact place On the carpet where I kissed you And how we talked on and on, Too much in love for love, Until the night was gone. III We acted out our love By nearly going mad, Gave up the jobs we had To take a cottage on the moors At less than garage rent. For food we learned to pledge our dreams And found, too late, the world redeems What it had lent. By night the world unpicked The dream we wove by day, Each dawn we woke to find The stitching come away. IV Two creatures from a bestiary Besieged our dream: A neighbour’s one-eyed cat That prowled outside to bring Its witch-like owner With her tapping stick. Was the Bach we played too loud for her deaf ears, Or was it our love that howled her silence home? V We have re-built that house With blood. We have sculptured that dream In stone.
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